#tf standing

[Cliffjumper never trusted him. Well, those who he trusts fully count as many as one has digits on a servo, but Outback always woke up suspicion and disdain in his chassis. That mech played by his own rules, not necessarily the ones a good Autobot soldier should possess... And so Cliffjumper was on my own. In the part of the forest where the last known location the Towersmech was.]

[He first analysed his surroundings. The bed of the forest and trees themselves for any sighs of struggle or the direction that thing might've taken Mirage. And it was very clear from the broken trunks and large claw marks, as well as scorch marks left by a dart rifle on the ground and trees around him that told a clear story. That indeed, they were both here. All of that destruction making place for the clear sky to sip into the young undergrowth.]

Bingo. [He said to himself as there was no living soul around him. As if the fauna knew the bigger predator was luring nearby.]

[He caught a trail. What was left to do was to follow it and pray to Primus that it'll lead him to Mirage. The red minibot heighten his sensor input around his horns to have a better visualisation of the quickly thickening forest. The mutant might be a big beast, but Cliffjumper knew better than to underestimate his opponent. He knew from lived experience how fast and agile it can be.]

[As the hours passed without any sighs of life, Cliffjumper started to doubt himself and the success of this self-appointed mission.]

*Am I even on the right track? Fragging Pits, maybe this is pointless... He had been missin' for days now! What was I even thinkin' to try findin' Mirage on my own when even Jazz couldn't locate him. And why am I even doing this? For what? Agh! Stupid overthinkin' processor.*

*Focus. What would Optima Prime say? Probably some slag about not giving up... The facts... The facts are that Mirage is still out there, online and in need of help. And if he's alive there's a chance. There is still hope. I cannot lose hope.*